Yep, me too. Usual song and dance- Final exams are coming up.. For some reason I I didn't go to any classes, don't know the material at all, know I'm going to bomb, and have to come back another semester.
Keep in mind, I'm 44 and graduated back in 2001 and the dream still happens. Funny thing is I still wake up with this feeling of existential dread that persists to my awoken self. I then lay in bed awhile, absolutely NOT wanting to get out of bed and face things. After a while, my mind starts thinking.... "Wait.... you graduated." And then the sweetest feeling of relief comes over me.
The funny thing is, there is some basis in reality for this. While I did decent most of my college career- the senior year- last semester in particular- I was just DONE. Deathly tired of academia, didn't want to go to class, definitely didn't want to study/do-homework. Just came off the peak of the PS1/N64 generation. The PS2 just launched and was having a blast playing Dreamcast and that's pretty much all I cared about. (For my money, this remains the best time in gaming)
I did skip attending lot of classes- there was a Philosophy elective I know I attended sparsely-went to maybe half of the main lectures, and all but none of the small group sessions. Whatever I put on my papers which the grade was based on was utter bullshitting, and I somehow eked by. And I had that one high level economics course I had to take three times until I got finished with a C, which was the real problem and the source of a lot of this trauma I still dredge up.